Fields Of France – Al StewartBy His flying jacket still has her perfumeMemories of the nightPlay across his mindHigh above the fields of FranceA single biplane in a clear blue sky1917, no enemy was seenHigh above the fields of FranceOh she looksBut there’s nothing to seeStill she looksSaying come back to meHe tells her just remember me this wayFore here am I more trueThan anything I doHigh above the fields of FranceOh she looksThough he’ll never come backAnd the letter that cameWas bordered in blackShe’ll find somebody elseBut not forgetLeaving her regretsLike vapour trails of jetsHigh above the fields of France www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20